Today, I bring you the best possible gift—a story about how my friend mercilessly tore me a new one.
I wish this wasn’t a true story.
Let’s go back - Saturday night, a harmless dinner and drinks catch-up with some friends from my ol’ PR days.
But nothing good happens after midnight. Or after 3 (4? 5?) drinks. Or when someone says, ‘let’s go around the table and be honest about each other’s sense of style.’
Before we get into the answers, I feel like I should give some context into what I think about my personal style.
Look, I’m not Miss Pinterest (lol). Do I walk around looking like a performance art piece? No, but do I care about how I dress? Yes.
But I guess that’s not for everyone.
We went around the table saying cute things like;
“I love how much color you wear.”
“You should wear more skirts, you look amazing in them.”
“I need you to teach me how to accessorize.”
And soon, it’s my turn.
My lovely dear friend, her eyes blurry from drink number I-lost-count, shifts her gaze to me.
I should’ve heard the bullet slide into the chamber. I should’ve felt the air shift.
“I always thought your sense of style is quite a hit or a miss.”, she says, the way someone might inform a colleague that they have spinach in their teeth.
Casual. Direct. World-shattering.
“You try a lot of things, but they don’t always work out. I know you try to be different, but sometimes it doesn’t look the way you think it looks.”
She said some more, but I think that was enough embarrassing myself on the internet for a day.
You’d think I’m wearing experimental high couture on the runway by the sound of that. Instead, there I am, sitting in a tank and a pair of Zara jeans I’ve worn now for nearly 6 years.
But I think what’s funnier is how I reacted.
I was so beyond shocked that I AGREED.
As if possessed by a demon of misplaced humility, I nodded and said, “I guess I have my off days, haha, maybe it’s time to update my wardrobe.”
UHM
Embarassing
Luckily, this was a singular opinion, and my other friends pounced to offset this input with some (much needed) words of encouragement.
But this was my face for the remainder of the night
I still don’t know what the right response was. But I do know it wasn’t whatever I said.